Looking at the Jizhou Yellow Turban Army who dropped their weapons in front of him, Zhang Bao's cold eyes leaked a trace of relief, and he said coldly: "All the people present who took out their weapons in the face of the robe Ze, they went to the military justice department to receive twenty military sticks, and all the generals received thirty military sticks, do you have any opinions?" ”

"Nope." When the soldiers around heard that they were going to lead the army, they agreed sparsely.

"Are they all? Say it out loud to me, do you have an opinion? Ahem~" Zhang Bao yelled angrily again.

"Nope."

Jizhou Taishou Mansion.

Zhang Bao Ren Ran sat there with a pale face, looking straight ahead with some cloudy eyes, as if he was a little confused.

"Third brother, eldest brother last...... Can there be a last word? When he said his last words, Zhang Bao's eyes were red, and his voice was a little choked.

Zhang Liang witnessed Zhang Jiao's death with his own eyes, and it seemed that his tears had already dried up in Gaoyang City. A man who was noisy on weekdays sat there with a cold face at this time, and said in a hoarse voice: "Big brother...... Before the eldest brother died, he asked his subordinates to defect to the second brother, and let the second brother continue to write the glory of my yellow scarf. ”

"Third brother~" Zhang Bao looked at Zhang Liang and was a little unbearable, people must cry out of a major blow, they must be released, if they don't release the grief in their hearts and suppress it in their hearts, they will inevitably become sick for a long time.

Zhang Bao stretched out his hand and patted Zhang Liang's shoulder, and said softly: "Third brother, cry if you want to cry." The eldest brother has passed away, and the second brother is here. If you want to cry, cry out. ”

Zhang Liang looked at Zhang Bao in front of him in a daze, and suddenly hugged Zhang Bao and cried, as if releasing all the sadness in these days.

After a while, Zhang Liang's mood slowly calmed down. Zhang Bao patted him on the shoulder, let out a long sigh of relief, Huo Ran relaxed his arms, his expression also regained his composure, and asked in a deep voice, "How many survivors are there in this battle?" ”

"The only ones who escaped were me, Cheng Yuanzhi and Liao Hua. The rest of the people and horses are all buried in Gaoyang City with the eldest brother. Zhang Liang said quietly.

An army of 100,000, a whole army of 100,000, and countless Yellow Turban generals buried their bones in Gaoyang City like this, Zhang Bao couldn't bear this breath.

Zhang Bao waved his hand and said to He Man: "Where is He Man?" ”

He Man took a step forward and said quickly, "What does the lord command?" ”

A trace of sadness flashed leisurely in Zhang Bao's eyes, and he said gloomily: "Pass the order, and the whole city will mourn for my Tiangong General and 100,000 Yellow Turban soldiers." ”

"The last general commands."

He Man suddenly agreed and took the order to leave.

There was a sound of hurried footsteps outside the house, and Zhang Bao's eyes narrowed, watching several mermaids rush in. The first one wore a scarf on his head, his face was white, and his bright eyes were like vast stars, shining with infinite wisdom. Dressed in an elegant gown, like a gentleman.

This person is the chief military advisor of the Yellow Turban Army, Xi Zhicai, followed by many Yellow Turban generals.

Xi Zhicai was the first to speak: "Lord, the snake can't be without a head, and the soldiers are chaotic without a master." Today, General Gong was killed, and the Yellow Turban Army was leaderless. Only now did he lead all the soldiers to worship under the lord's command. Please lead the Yellow Turban Army to glory. ”

"My lord." The generals knelt down and touched the ground with their heads.

Zhang Bao squinted his eyes, but the cold light in his eyes directly hit Xi Zhicai. At this time, Xi Zhicai and Zhang Bao looked at each other from afar, without fear.

At the beginning of his defection to Zhang Bao, Xi Zhicai once said that the Yellow Turban Army belonged, such as the death of the public general today, it is the time for his subordinates to recognize the master. Xi Zhicai did not hesitate to encourage the generals to recognize the treasure, not the Yellow Turban Army.

Zhang Liang looked at the yellow scarf general kneeling in the hall, he was a rough man, but it didn't mean that he was stupid, and he instantly understood in his heart that this was going to be powered.

When Zhang Jiao was there, although Zhang Jiao was the nominal supreme leader, in fact, the most fundamental thing was that the three brothers had the final say. There is no clear co-master.

In today's situation, I am afraid that there will only be one voice in the Yellow Turban Army in the future. However, after all, Zhang Bao is his second brother, and he is a family with him after all. Even if this Yellow Turban Army belongs to the second brother who recognizes the master, can he, as a younger brother, still suffer?

Immediately stopped thinking about him, got up and knelt in front of the generals, "Two...... Lord. The last general swore to follow the lord to the death. ”

Xi Zhicai breathed a sigh of relief, and Zhang Bao also breathed a sigh of relief. Zhang Liang is Zhang Bao's younger brother, whether the relationship is deep or not, the fact that blood is thicker than water is in front of him.

Xi Zhicai made this play in front of Zhang Liang, he obviously saw that its purpose was to show the third brother Zhang Liang, and now the third brother faced himself with the courtesy of a monarch and a minister, and he knew that from now on the Yellow Turban Army only belonged to him Zhang Bao.

Zhang Bao hurriedly stepped forward to help Zhang Liang up: "Third brother, you remember, you and I are brothers." ”

Zhang Liang looked straight at Zhang Bao's eyes, their pure eyes were like a baby's eyes, without any trace of power. Zhang Liang finally confirmed that this second brother is still the original second brother.

"Second brother."

"Third brother."

The two hugged each other tightly.

Immediately, Zhang Bao turned to look at the generals under the hall, and said loudly: "Everyone, please get up quickly, I swear here that I will lead the Yellow Turban Army to glory." The faith of my Yellow Turban is sprinkled in every land in the world, and the majesty of my Yellow Turban should make the enemy fearful. ”

"The Yellow Turban is mighty."

"The Yellow Turban is mighty."

All the generals responded violently, their eyes showing a look of madness, and the shouts of the crowd seemed to penetrate the roof of the mansion and reach the sky.

In the shout, Zhang Bao raised his arm and fell fiercely, and for a moment there was silence in the house, and the shouts of the mountains and seas just now were like an illusion.

Zhang Bao said faintly: "Strategist, can you find out the enemy's movements?" ”

Xi Zhicai chuckled in his heart, seeing that Zhang Bao was going to attack Huangfu Song with all his might. A hint of gloom flashed in Xi Zhicai's eyes, and now the morale of the Yellow Turban Army is extremely low, and there are mutinies in the Yellow Turbans everywhere in the world, if you attack Huangfu Song at this time......

"My lord, I thought that the morale of the Yellow Turbans should be boosted first, for example, there are mutinies in the Yellow Turbans everywhere today, and there are countless deserters everywhere. Moreover, the morale of the enemy army is high, and it is not easy for our army to attack the enemy army at the moment. ”

Xi Zhicai calmly analyzed.

"." Zhang Yan took the lead in jumping out and said loudly: "I want to lead the army to avenge General Tiangong that day, and you will stop me." Now that the lord wants to command the army to avenge the general of heaven, it is really a matter of course, and it is natural and natural that you stop it, what are your intentions? ”

"Presumptuous." Zhang Niujiao interrupted Zhang Yan with a loud shout, "The lord hasn't spoken yet, how can you, a kid who doesn't know the height of the sky, have the qualifications to doubt the words of the military advisor?" ”

Zhang Yan is Zhang Niujiao's righteous son, he is young in the end. When Zhang Yan jumped out, Zhang Niujiao knew that he was going to suffer. Xi Zhi is Zhang Bao's closest confidant, he is a foreign general, and he actually suspects the lord's cronies, how can he not provoke the lord's hatred.

"It doesn't matter." Zhang Bao said calmly: "I don't agree with the words of the military advisor. As the younger brother of General Tiangong, this Yellow Turban Army was founded by my eldest brother, and I must avenge my eldest brother, General Tiangong. ”

"Revenge."

"Revenge."

In the shouts of the generals, Zhang Bao's gaze was unprecedentedly deep, he was not unaware of the situation faced by the Yellow Turban Army at this time. Escape, mutiny, and instability of the local clans.

It's a big gamble, it's a big gamble like never before. Zhang Bao wants to talk about the gathering of all the troops in Youzhou, and the decisive battle against Huangfu Song is head-on. If he wins, the Yellow Turban Army will win the whole world, and if he loses, maybe his life will be understood.

Xi Zhicai's suggestion is very good, rectify morale, recuperate, occupy territory, and develop slowly. When it became stronger, it defeated the Han army in one fell swoop. But this did not suit this group of troops, which were formed for the original purpose of religious beliefs.

The Yellow Turban Army lacked equipment and military training, but it was on a par with the combat effectiveness of the well-trained officers and soldiers, because of their fanatical beliefs and fearless charges.

If Zhang Bao follows the path of Xi Zhicai, the Yellow Turban Army will completely lose its fanatical faith and fighting quality without fear of death. If such a Yellow Turban Army does not wait to be developed, it will be destroyed by the imperial court.